People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Otherwise, would Heratia, as the supreme ruler of Agor, really be so rational as to stand firmly on the side of the "doves" from beginning to end, advocating a moderate and appeasement policy towards the land?

Soyu'er's arrogance was ingrained, and Heratia was no exception. It was Goredia who persuaded her mother.

Having experienced the land journey, So had become much more clear-headed. She firmly stood by Ernst's side, which finally made Heratia change her stance.

Goredia didn't tell anyone because she felt that was enough.

She wasn't the type to constantly talk about "compensation and help," and Ernst, being so intelligent, must have been able to see that.

If she didn't see it, then so be it. Consider it her chosen stance. If Ernst wants further compensation, she can agree as long as it doesn't violate Gladys's principles.

After all, for the Agorians, the "right to life and health" of human beings is indeed above all else, even sovereignty.

This right may not apply to "humans" whom they do not recognize, but after Goredia recognized Ernst, she naturally knew what a crime it was in Agor to easily take someone's life!

If she were to be publicly tried at a convention, she would be pelted with stones and banished from Agor to join the Sea Kings, or her limbs would be severed and left to dry on the rocks. Even if her mother were Heratia, she would be no exception.

Because this is Argoll's kind of "democracy".

Clementa's complexion improved somewhat.

Her anger just now was somewhat unusual, but fortunately, no one present noticed anything amiss.

Apart from Laurentina.

A playful smile appeared on the sculptor's face, but he quickly returned to normal.

Even the Lord of All Things in the vast starry sky said nothing, so what do these matters have to do with her?

She spoke softly, casually starting a conversation to break the somewhat awkward atmosphere.

"So when do we set sail?"

"It can be done now, but it will take some time for the appointment letter to be issued. You can stay in Miriam for a few more days."

Clementa replied.

Goredia understood the unspoken meaning in her words.

Who knows when I'll be able to stay in Agor's city again?

With a barely perceptible sigh, Goredia nodded and said:

"Then let's stay for a couple more days."

"I took Skadi and Laurentina for a stroll around Miriam and bought some things."

The land was so backward that there wasn't even a flush toilet.

She's quite wealthy, so she can buy more and store it in her feed to take with her. Later, she can also give her place a major makeover, like decorating a new house!

Hmm, I can buy one more, as a gift for Ernst.

"swordfish."

Suddenly, Skadi spoke up.

"Since we're buying things, could we buy more food?"

"What, a whale? You want to open a shop?" Laurentina asked with interest.

Skadi shook her head.

She just felt that food on land wasn't as tasty as in Agor. But Laurentina's point seemed valid.

No matter how much you buy, it will eventually run out. Opening your own shop and cooking it yourself seems like a good option?

But Skadi, to be honest, isn't very good at cooking. After missions, she would either eat with the captain in the lab's cafeteria, or catch some scales on the way back and grill them in the lab's plaza. Everyone would gather together, drink fermented wheat juice, and talk about what they wanted to do in the past or in the future.

The roasted fish scales weren't exactly delicious. There were three teams eating them, and it was mostly about the atmosphere.

For some reason, Skadi suddenly felt a stinging sensation in her nose and a sense of emptiness in her heart.

"They probably want to eat barbecue."

She murmured quietly.

A glint flashed in his eyes, revealing a hint of self-deception.

Chapter 801 He asked me to give you his horn.

More than half a month has passed, and it's time for the events in Letania to come to a conclusion.

The Horn of Origin has been hovering over Trinityl for long enough. To put it bluntly, the Letanians have already lost all the face they should and shouldn't have lost.

Even the representatives from various countries were getting tired of watching the spectacle. Apart from Viscount Walton, who genuinely had nothing to do, people like the old tutor, the Ursus people who came to listen to the music, and the representatives from Colombia had all gone home to find their own way.

In short, of all the onlookers who stayed here to witness the end of this farce, only a handful, including Ernst, remained.

Ernst stayed here not because he was really interested in the so-called Witch King's legacy, but because he was interested in the Witch King himself.

This was a dangerous situation in Letania, but Ernst's focus was not on Letania at all.

Ernst was truly interested in the low-level "debate" staged by the Witch King and his constant claims of being a creator.

Ernst was interested in the Witch King, and the Witch King was equally interested in Ernst.

The changes in the warp are far too difficult for a Terran to control. The Witch-King is not a master of the space realm. Although he has surpassed the Lich in his research on the warp, he is far from reaching the level where he claims to have "grasped the threads of the warp."

However, the Witch King still had some understanding of the desolate palace he was in.

After all, this is a Lego brick city that he built bit by bit using the information in the Originium.

But it was precisely because he had some understanding of the desolate region that the Witch King was even more puzzled.

"The rate of collapse has slowed down, even the rate of dissipation has slowed down."

"What about the corruption of evil spirits?"

The Witch King erected thousands of towers in the wasteland. These towers were not merely for show; they served as a buffer zone protecting the central Witch King Tower and resisting the contamination of the outer demons.

In the past, several, even a dozen, of the outer towers of those palaces would collapse every day. The Witch King would use magic and information to recreate this space, striving to achieve a dynamic balance between the destruction and construction of the towers.

Hope is one thing, reality is another. The Witch King is undoubtedly the world's number one Originium Mage on Terra, but in the Warp, he is nothing!

To contend with the chaos in a space and the evil spirits on one's own is utter nonsense. Let alone the gaze of the evil spirits themselves, even a little bit of contamination would be extremely difficult for the Witch King to resist.

He can never achieve perfect dynamic balance. The number of towers will only decrease. The "paths" that Ernst and others discovered when they were caught in the Origin Horn were not actually paths at all, but "wreckage".

Those places were once the domain of the Witch King Pavieon, and they were once filled with towering towers!

If things continue like this, the Witch-King knows he can't hold out much longer. His greatest desire now is simply to see the "Creator" and prove to him his worth, the worth of Letania, and the worth of Terra!

The information in the Originium will shape the Terrans, but he doesn't want to live the way that so-called "fate" wants him to be. He wants to "transcend everything," face the truth, and then get an answer!

But in the last few days, he discovered a very strange phenomenon.

The tower he had just built hadn't been destroyed when he woke up the next day?

Not only was it not destroyed, but there wasn't even a sign of contamination.

Such situations are uncommon, but the Witch King has encountered them before. The demons have likely been on hiatus for the past two years; at least, the Witch King hasn't detected any new contamination they've left behind for quite some time. Occasionally, some that spread from far away, once near Terra, would seemingly "coincidentally" make a 180-degree turn. Therefore, the Witch King's work has become considerably "easier" these past two years.

But this is relative.

There was no new pollution, but the old pollution remained. On the occasional lucky days when the pollution did not affect them, the Witch King would build more towers to expand the area of ​​Pavieon further.

But half a month passed, and although his territory expanded more and more, the pollution showed no sign of returning.

What's the matter?

Has this Eternal Era lasted so long? Is there a solution to the Three-Body Problem?

Out of curiosity, the Witch King ventured out of his tower and came to the edge of the desolate region to investigate.

I don't know this, I was shocked when I saw it!

The storms in the warp were still chaotic, but there was absolutely no pollution in sight! The towers he built did not suffer from any of the problems that occurred, such as "the towers growing eyes," "the towers turning into pitch black," or "the towers becoming crooked and moving." Instead, they were so clean that they looked like mirrors!

Something unusual must be going on. The Witch King frowned, suddenly recalling the events of two years ago. ...6+

At that time, he had not been the Witch King for many years. He kept this consciousness in the Warp, building his own Lego bricks to fight against the corruption of the demons, while continuing to study how much potential Originium still existed.

The situation in the wasteland back then was far worse than it is now. Something on Terra seemed to be attracting the demons; although they didn't specifically visit the planet, they frequently cast their gazes towards it.

Sight is also a form of pollution. Every time they cast a glance from the depths of the sky, countless towers that the Witch King built in the wasteland will collapse!

The Witch King could only desperately build and activate various magical defensive arrays to combat and eliminate the effects of the pollution.

until one day.

On that day, the demonic pollution in the wasteland was exceptionally severe. Dozens of towers collapsed in an instant, and even the central Witch King Tower was directly exposed to the pollution. Various strange phenomena began to appear before the Witch King!

Even if he is just a consciousness, a consciousness stored in Originium, pollution can still affect him.

In a daze, the Witch King even saw the demons silently approach Terra, as if they had discovered an entrance, and begin to project their shadows into the planet.

The Witch King understood perfectly well that someone in the real world must have done something to attract the attention of the evil spirits, and even send them to "visit" him!

But there was nothing he could do.

The gap was too obvious; in the face of a true "Sentinel," the Witch King could do nothing.

However, at that moment, he saw the demon that had begun to erode Terra suddenly, as if it had seen something terrifying, frantically drawing away its power.

Whether demons possess thoughts or not, the Witch King couldn't say for sure, but he felt that he must have seen the emotion called "fear" in that large "egg" at that time!

It wasn't an exaggeration on the part of the Witch King; he even witnessed the demon peel off a layer of its own skin on the spot, severing off the part of its "body" that had come into contact with Terra and begun to erode it, and throwing it away!

Demons should be without physical bodies, and without a stable anchor in reality, they are impossible to attack.

But the Witch King remembered very clearly that the body the demon had left behind was already stained with a warm, golden yellow!

The color of "amber"!

The clash seemed to last only a fleeting moment, but in the Witch King's mind it felt as if a thousand years had passed. When he came to his senses, the pollution on his body had disappeared, the tower district was brand new, and Pavieon was unharmed. Apart from the remaining pollution, there was no evidence to prove that the demon itself had ever been there.

Then came a two-year period of stability. The Witch King focused on cleaning up the widespread pollution left by the arrival of the demons, and no new pollution was encountered.

This time, the situation is not exactly the same as the last time, but it can also be said to be exactly the same!

The demonic corruption has vanished, completely and utterly! The Primordial Horn has not only become clean, but it has also become strangely stable!

The Witch King felt that even if he disappeared at this moment, this area could exist in the warp for a considerable period of time until it was destroyed by the warp's own spatial storms.

But he had witnessed the changes in the desolate region over the years, and he knew his own limitations. He knew he could never have accomplished all this on his own!

The only variable

It was his cheap "followers" who gave him the "surprise" just half a month ago!

Driven by curiosity and a thirst for knowledge, the witch king made a decision that went against his ancestors' wishes.

He allowed Helinmat—the “rebel” who had once killed his own body—to enter the Corner of Origin with her entourage.

Furthermore, he personally summoned her.

And so, the following scene unfolded.

After returning from the desolate region, Herlinmat hurriedly handed over the results of her trip to Brian 4, the Golden Law Guard, and rushed to Ernst's residence, knocking on Ernst's door with a strange expression.

"Um, Mr. Ernst, please come with me for a moment."

Ernst looked puzzled but remained silent, following Helena out the door. Only then did Ernst speak:

"What happened? What problem has occurred in Origin Corner?"

"There are indeed problems."

Helena replied,

"For example, the fact that there was actually a witch king hidden inside."

By sheer luck, the remnants of the Witch King's faction actually found a living, breathing Witch King consciousness, which is no small matter!

With so many people watching Letania, Herlinmat and Ivignad, as artificial weapons created to fight the Witch King, don't actually hate the Witch King that much. But if something were to happen now that the Witch King might be resurrected, they would really have no reason to be queens.

However, in Herlinmat's mind, nothing was as important as something else.

"Do you have any connection with the Witch King?"

She asked curiously.

Ernst rolled his eyes:

"Your Majesty, I am only 24 years old (by Chinese reckoning)."

The Witch King was overthrown just over a decade ago. Back then, he was still eating lollipops from Latatos and raising his sister Ensia. How could he have known the Witch King?